Author's note: Still in Goku's POV...


Bulla stayed at the hospital for a week before she was finally allowed to go back home. During the times that she was in the hospital, I stayed with her, and I almost didn't want to leave her for fear that Chichi or Yamcha might get out of police custody and try to harm her once more. I couldn't take it if anything happens to her again.

I sued Chichi and Yamcha for attempted murder. I never got the chance to talk to them personally since I only get to see them during court hearings. Neither of them could look at me in the eye, especially Chichi. Bulla still urged me to talk to my ex-wife, but I declined. For me, everything that I discovered was enough. I don't need to know anymore what prompted her to connive with one of my friends and to devise an evil plan to kill me. I don't need to hear her reasons and excuses, because in every way, she was wrong.

My sons eventually learned about what had happened and as expected, they could not believe everything. They could not believe that their mother would go off with Yamcha and worse, would want me dead. I didn't know if they talked with Chichi, but when Goten once visited Bulla in our house, he mentioned to me that he and Gohan wouldn't interfere with whatever course of action that I decide to take against their mother.

Bulma and Vegeta learned about what happened, and of course they went berserk. Vegeta wanted to see Yamcha and Chichi so he could blow their heads off, but we managed to pacify him after we told him that everything had already been taken cared of, and that I will never let any harm come to Bulla and our unborn child ever again.

Everyone else also learned the truth about Chichi and Yamcha, and as expected, most of our friends changed views regarding them, especially after learning that they also tried to kill Bulla who is currently pregnant with our child. They couldn't believe that Chichi and Yamcha were capable of such things, but what they found the most unbelievable of all is the fact that the two had planned to kill me just so they could get away with my fortune and my money.

As I arrived at our house that particular evening, I saw Bulla setting the table. I walked towards her and wrapped my arm around her waist as I kissed her cheek.

"You should be resting..." I whispered against her ear.

"Nonsense, Goku. I'm fine. It has been a week since I was released from the hospital." She replied with a smile. "Now, sit down, and I'll serve you your dinner. I prepared your favorites." She said as she pulled a chair for me to sit on.

Then she took my plate and filled it with fried rice and some of the sweetened fillet, before she took a bowl and scooped some crab stew. She then placed the plate and pushed the bowl filled with food in front of me.

I looked at her. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I already ate before you arrived." She replied. I knew she was telling the truth, but knowing my wife, I also knew that she didn't eat as much as she should. If there's one thing that she's very conscious of, it's her figure.

"Yeah, but you didn't eat much." I said as I stood up and pulled the chair beside me. I pushed her gently so she would sit on the chair. "You know, you have to eat more than your usual, because you're not eating only for yourself, but for our baby as well." I said as I filled another plate with food before setting it in front of her.

"Goku! You know I can't eat this much." She protested.

"Wife, I demand that you eat." I said in a firm voice even if I'm smiling at her. I sat beside her to start with my own fill.

She sighed. "Whatever you say, husband." She said as she started to eat.

As soon as we finished dinner, she started gathering the dishes as I sat down to rest. As I watched her wash the dishes with her back turned towards me, a rather nasty thought entered my mind. Smiling wickedly, I spoke.

"After you're finished, go upstairs and take a bath. Please make it quick. I'll wait for you upstairs." I said to her before I stood and walked towards her.

"Why?" She asked.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer so she leaned against my body. She turned towards me with a confused look.

"Goku? What..-" she didn't get to finish her sentence as I suddenly claimed her lips and kissed her deeply. I felt my member slowly coming to life and hardening as it continued to press against the small of her back. It twitched against her, making her moan against our kiss.

I released her lips and smirked when I saw her flushed face and dazed look. A sense of pride came over me upon thinking of the effect that I have on my wife, even though I am way, way older than her. "I'll see you upstairs.." I whispered as I nibbled on her bottom lip teasingly, my voice slightly deeper than normal.

More colors came to her already flushed cheeks. "O-Okay.." she replied as she resumed washing the plates.

I untangled my arms from her and I went upstairs to our room so I could take a shower. I'm all sweaty from training, and I don't want to make love to my wife in this state.

Yes. Tonight, we're making love.

I smirk as more naughty thoughts flooded my mind.

It's time to show my wife what I'm really capable of in our own battlefield.

Our bed.